User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/The Red Mist RPG (Rebooted)/@comment-4677325-20190616060212

OOC: This is Prompt One. I will be adding another later if you want to wait and join in on that one instead.

To the far northwest of Redwall, that glorious abbey that was once untainted by the wrath that now permeated through Mossflower, the River Moss flowed almost lazily through the woodlands towards the sea, unaware of its dark and eerie surroundings. A cold night breeze stirred the air, and the full moon was clearly visible in the cloudless, star-filled sky. Even though the Bloodwrath was not visible, evidence of its existence was everywhere. A distant scream from time to time, signs of broken brush and bark in the undergrowth where someone might have fought, abandoned camps and gear here and there denoting another soul taken by the vengeful disease. On this particular night, screaming and brief fighting was heard to the northeast of the river as another wretched victim was seized by the Bloodwrath. But the river ignored it, following its daily and unchanged path that wound through Mossflower. It cared not for the troubles that plagued the beasts of the land. Shortly thereafter, a shrew stumbled and splashed into the north end of the river, coughing and sputtering up water as he gasped for air, blood stains on his tabard and kilt along with multiple wounds staining the waters red. He hastily began swimming towards the other side. However, like a hunter chasing after its prey, something else was following, its presence was betrayed by crashing and cracking of limbs and leaf underpaw.